<Scott's POV>

Everyone went back to their own houses for two reasons. To give Mr. Stilinski some space and time to mourn the lose of his son, and so we could take some time to ourselves. After being together for so long the reminder of our losses becomes great. It's a risk for all of us to be alone with the whole cloning thing but it's what we need. We will meet at the high school tomorrow morning bright and early.

My mom is driving me home and I have to say it's good to be back in her car, rather than in Stiles' jeep. To many memories that bring tears to my eyes. Usually Isaac would be coming home with us but he chose to go with Cora.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" My mom asks. I continue to stare out of the car window which is showcases a beautiful autumn setting, soon to be winter in about a month. I close my eyes for a second to collect myself before answering.

"What is there to talk about?" I ask. My mom scoffs as she drives home cautiously.

"How you're feeling about the loss of your best friend," she says in a matter of factly tone. I tighten my eyes shut and hold my breath. Every time it is mentioned I have a different reaction.

"I don't really wanna talk about that specifically," I say, holding back tears desperately. She nods as we pull into the driveway.

"I get it Scott, just remember that it's okay to be weak," my mom reminds me. I nod and step out of the car. I walk quickly to my room, relieved to be home, even if it is only for a little while.

After my door is closed I undress and put a t-shirt and sweatpants on. My hand rub my face of fatigue and sadness. Unfortunately that doesn't lift it from my heart.

A small thumping sound travels through me ear. I listen closer and connect the sound to a heartbeat. Allison. The tempo speeds up and I'm about to reach for my phone to call her when my window is thrown open. Allison literally falls onto my bed from the window in a puddle of tears. "Allison!" I say worriedly . I sit on the bed and pull her into my lap. She is wearing a big t shirt and my boxers with the band rolled over once. I must've left them at her house a while back and she wears them as pajama shorts. She holds onto my chest.

"My dad, he drove us home, I went into my room and changed then I realized it was there!" Allison squeals through her tears.

"What was there?" I ask confused. She wipes her eyes but the tears keep falling.

"Writing on my desk it was written in blood, it said 'Stiles blames you'," Allison informs me with her crying getting louder. I shush her as she freaks out in my arms. "It was his blood Scott!" She yells. I refrain from crying myself. After a bit Allison calms down enough for her to breathe.

"Does your dad know you left?" She shakes her head no. "Your welcome to stay here." Allison nods and wraps herself around me. I pick her up as she clings to me and walk downstairs. When I get to the bottom of the stairs my mom looks up at us surprised.

"Oh sweetie," she says sympathetically. I set Allison down on the living room couch and she just stays in the position I set her down in. Pulling my mom into the kitchen by her hand I prepare to explain what's going on.

"Allison's side that was affected by returning from the dead is bothering her again and when she got home there was a message on the desk saying Stiles blames her for his death," I say in a whisper so Allison doesn't hear me. My mom covers her mouth in disbelief. She glances at Allison on the couch cushions. Can you talk to her because if I do I'm just going to start crying because it's about... Stiles," I mutter his name softy, fighting back the tears. My mom nods and sends me upstairs.

<Allison's POV>

I'm curled up in a ball on Scott's couch and I see him walk upstairs. I still don't move, I just watch him leave. It's like I'm a disease. Mrs. McCall walks into the room and only now do I sit up. She sits next to me in the couch and sits on her feet like an Indian. I force a smile and she rolls her eyes. Her arms stretch out to me.
"You don't have to pretend you're happy, come here," she says. Cries erupts from my mouth and tears pour down my face as I crash into her arms. I lay limp in her grasp, utterly defenseless.

"It hurts so much," I mumble. Melissa shushed me and strokes my hair softly.

"I know sweetie, but I promise everything is going to be okay," she exclaims. I shake my head.

"I can't come back from this, it was my fault!" I scream. She shakes her head at me.

"No it wasn't and you know it Allison. You are the smartest, kindest, toughest girl I've ever met and you only bring joy, not tragedy. You make everyone happy, me, Scott, Lydia, Kira, Isaac, Stiles," Melissa insists. This time I smile a real smile.

"Oh god, I'm such an idiot, I'm sorry for breaking down," I say more to myself then Melissa.

"Don't apologize, it's me that should be apologizing," she claims. I look at her confused.

"Why?"

"Because when you marry Scott you'll see how clueless he really is," Melissa says. I burst out laughing and a smile sticks to my face with invisible glue.

"Marriage," I mumble under my breath. Then Scott's concerned voice comes from upstairs.

"Mom, Allison, wanna come up here," he says. I glance quickly at Melissa and then we both walk quickly upstairs. I take her hand as we walk into Scott's room. When we enter his room I see three of him. Each Scott looks exactly the same and it maddening.

"Scott?" I ask. They all answer at the same time.

"Yes my love?" I take a gasp of surprise. Why can't I tell the difference. I look back to Melissa and see three of her as well. I shake my head in disbelief.

"Melissa?" They all tilt their heads. Placing my hand on my head I try to think of a plan. When I try to walk away I see all of my friends and father standing in the doorway, even Stiles and Erica. I take a few steps back. My back hits a hard chest and I whip my body around and see one of the Scott's. His hands grab my wrists.

"It's me!" He shouts.

"No its me, I'm real!" One of them yells.

"Allison please," another one begs. The one that spoke first slaps me across the face. My hand covers my now blush red cheek.

I shake my head violently. "Why did you do that?" My voice comes out scared but bold.

Two of the Scott's answer. "Because I love you." I look to the one Scott that didn't respond and storm up to him. My lips smash into his and suddenly the other two have milky white eyes. They turn to dust along with all the other fake people. Scott holds me up as I am so shaken that I can't stand on my own and I know it. Tears begin to stream down my face. Scott pulls me into his chest. I lean my head into his shoulder.

"Allison it's fine it's me. It's Scott, I love you."

A/N OWWWW I LOVE SCALLISON AND I MISS IT OUCH, but you know Scira is cool to I guess and Isaac and Ali were lowkey cute. I don't like to be mean about it unless a crazy bitch goes say me first. Then bitch bite me.

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Love my spoons.